“But that’s not all,” Sarah interrupted. “I did some digging after the agent flagged this deal.
Linda’s been planning for Matt to marry someone else. Her friend’s daughter. They intended to push for a divorce, leave you with nothing, and proceed as if you never existed.”
My chest constricted, and the room began to spin.
“You orchestrated this?
With her?” I turned to Matt. “I trusted you. I gave you everything.
Do you even comprehend the gravity of what you’ve done?”
“It’s not what it seems,” Matt stammered, still averting his gaze. “Mom just believed it was the best—”
“Best?” I interrupted. “Best for whom?
You? Her? What about me, Matt?
I built this life with you. I sacrificed for this house. For us.
And you were ready to erase me without a second thought!”
“Demi, I—”
“Save it,” I shot back, shaking my head. “You don’t deserve my forgiveness, nor do you deserve me.”
Sarah stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, Demi.
The house isn’t sold yet, and we have all the evidence necessary to contest this.”
As I turned to leave, I felt an unexpected clarity. This wasn’t the end of my journey. Rather, it marked the conclusion of a negative chapter.
I was ready to begin a brighter one.
The following months were a whirlwind of paperwork, tears, and moments of laughter.
Sarah assisted me in filing for divorce, and the pain of Matt’s betrayal made it straightforward to reclaim what I was owed. His financial contributions were so minimal that he ended up with things like a lamp and a blender.
In the aftermath, I grew closer to Sarah, and we became good friends.
The real estate agent who had come to my aid? She also became one of our close friends.
Six months later, I collaborated with the same agent to purchase a new home.
This time, it was solely mine, and I didn’t have to share it with a greedy man like Matt.
